After finally returning to the Blacksteel Inn from the Desert of Silence, Sun Mengmeng and the others quickly fell asleep. Over ten days of high-intensity hunting had taken its toll, and they were tired beyond all measure.

Zhang Lie, on the other hand, was standing motionlessly in one of the training rooms in the inn, his white attire blending in perfectly with the white paneling of the room. With his aura curtailed, it was surprisingly difficult to spot him.

As his breathing became weaker and weaker, he seemed to become a cohesive whole with the training room itself. However, just as his breath was about to expire, he suddenly opened his eyes. 

His water-...